My baby chicks are no longer baby chicks. They are teenagers. And they have moved outside to their new home. I am pretty sure they love it. Although they are still little enough to fit through the semi-private fencing we have. I have to watch them closely to make sure they don’t venture on through it, which they have done before and like to do.

They mainly like to play in this area. I think they like confinement.

They play nicely. And when I tell them it’s time to go back inside. They listen. It’s weird. I will try and video it one day.

They are like little behaved dogs.

We love them.

Except the cleaning the poop out their coop part. I don’t love that so much. But a necessary thing to be done.

Into the compost bin it goes. I can’t wait for the spring to see how great my compost looks.

All in all, it’s really an EASY adventure so far. Every morning honey-do let’s them loose in their run. (Yes, he participates. I secretly think he likes them but he would never admit it.) Anyhow, I come out and give them fresh, clean water. I check on them later in the day. More water. And at night when they head back in to roost, we close up their door and call it a night. Easy peasy.